Today’s
excerpt is from Sedona Chip, Book #9 of the Janitors Series. Janitors take out a drug smuggling operation
and the terrorists who came across the border with them. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
As
he was talking, the two trucks started their engines and turned to leave. Knowing the three men heading for the SUV had
night vision goggles, Jim ordered, “Hold fast, for now. Hector, after we take out these three, you
take one truck. Janet, you get the other
one.”
Then
Jim added, “Okay, I’m on the one in the middle; Dan, take the one to his right;
Hector, you get the other one; Harry, the driver. On a silent count of three.”
Roughly
three seconds later, four nearly silent shots were fired. All four targets died almost
immediately. Jim said, “Go after the
trucks. Holly and I’ll check on these
guys, to be sure they’re dead and get those three backpacks.”
Hector
turned his buggy and gave chase to the truck that had been nearest him. Janet—driving another buggy, with Dan at the
machine gun and Bruce alongside her—took off after the other one. The buggies were much faster in that type of
terrain, and both trucks were soon overtaken.
Hector
pulled alongside one of them and shouted, “Pull over.” The response was a gun aimed at him. He already had his Walther in his right hand,
and shot the driver. Then he growled,
“Open up, boys and girls—they ain’t friendly.”
The
truck Hector had overtaken—slowing with no driver—swerved into a high place in
the sand, and slammed to a stop. By that
time, Harry was already raking the truck with the fifty-caliber. Dan was doing the same to the other
truck. With the driver of that truck now
dead, it soon ran into a small knoll, ran up on top of a small tree, and
stopped.
Long
before Dan and Harry stopped shooting, everyone in both trucks was either dead
or dying. Hector got out, went to the
truck he had chased, and crawled over the bodies, to cut open one of the
backpacks. It contained cocaine, which
Hector tasted and spit out.
The
other truck and dune buggy were about twenty feet from where he was, so Hector
just walked over to the other buggy and asked, “Jan, you have any lipstick on
you?”
She
looked at him sort of funny, then remembered his story of this exploits with
Harry in Mexico, and answered, “Sure.
Never leave home without it.”
She
reached into the utility pocket of her black fatigues and handed the tube to
Hector. Hector asked, “Is the camera we
use for identification in one of our buggies?”
Jim
heard and replied, “Yeah. In the one you
were driving, Hector.”
Hector
grinned. “Thanks, amigo. All these guys are dead, or close to it. I’m gonna stir up some more woe for drug
dealers.”
“Good. Holly and I are wearing decon suits, so we’ll
pull the backpacks off these three guys.
Then, we’ll drag ‘em over to within about ten feet of the buggy. After that, we’ll test ‘em. All four of our targets are dead, by the
way.”
Jim
had put two decontamination suits in his buggy before it was dropped. It also had a portable set to test for
various chemicals. They also had a
Geiger counter.
While
Jim and Holly were taking the backpacks off the three men, Hector wrote (in
Spanish) “Not here either,” on the windshield of one of the trucks, then took a
picture of it. Finally, he took pictures
of the dead and dying—and of the mostly shot-up backpacks full of cocaine.
He
grumbled, “When we get these developed, I’ll send them down to my in-laws and
have them tack them up somewhere in Ensenada.
They’ll be seen, and the drug war will continue.”
As
the other two dune buggies headed back to Jim and Holly, Jim was finding
nothing other than explosives in his testing.
Holly, however, found what she didn’t want to find. She swallowed. “Damn, Jim—they’re ‘hot.’ The Geiger is going pretty good.”
Jim
walked over to her, looked at the needle on the Geiger counter, and
sighed. “Okay, honey, back off.”
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